Who Let Him Cultivate?! (WX)-Chapter 901: Qingfeng Sword’s Sword Spirit

Compared to three years ago, aside from Mingtai’s more mature appearance, the biggest change was his eyes. They were as bright as two sharp sword tips.

“Senior Brother Lu Yang, I heard you overcame the unprecedented Unbeatable Divine Lightning and the top-ranked Qian-Heaven Lightning Tribulation, which only appears when Divine Transfiguration cultivators break through, and that you have reached the Divine Transfiguration Stage.”

Mingtai set down his hammer and cupped his fists in salute. He was genuinely happy to see Lu Yang.

Although everyone at the Sword Tower praised his talent in Sword Dao to the heavens, in his eyes, only Lu Yang possessed supreme talent, while he himself fell somewhat short.

If I were to encounter the Unbeatable Divine Lightning and the Qian-Heaven Lightning Tribulation during my tribulation, I certainly wouldn’t survive.

“This is...” Mingtai noticed Yun Mengmeng, who had been standing quietly nearby.

“Her surname is Yun. I befriended her on the road; she’s traveling with me for now.”

“So it’s Miss Yun.” Mingtai greeted her politely, showing no contempt despite her lower cultivation level.

Yun Mengmeng thought, The people in the outside world are pretty nice, not at all like Granny described—full of treachery and scheming. She even warned me to keep a low profile while traveling; I must suppress my cultivation and not reveal my true level until meeting Little Zhi.

“You’re forging swords here?” Lu Yang noticed the large hammer Mingtai just set down.

“It’s a tradition left by the first Tower Leader. He believed sword cultivators could enhance their understanding of the Sword Dao through forging blades. Since then, every Sword Tower disciple must learn forging techniques.”

The first tower leader was the Sword Tower Supreme Lord, a prodigy of his generation. He advanced rapidly but halted at the Half-Immortal Stage, perishing under the Immortal Ascension Tribulation.

Typically, Mingtai addressed the Sword Tower Supreme Lord as “Master.” However, it was a secret that he was the Sword Tower Supreme Lord’s sword spirit. Only a few higher-ups in the Sword Tower were privy to this. Hence, Mingtai couldn’t let anything slip in front of Lu Yang.

That said, Lu Yang knew Mingtai’s origin, for the Everlasting Immortal Fairy had told him.

“So that’s how it is,” Lu Yang replied.

“Senior Brother Lu Yang, are you here to purchase a sword? These personal swords are all forged by our Sword Tower disciples. They probably wouldn’t meet your standards.”

“Not necessarily...” Lu Yang felt embarrassed to say directly that their swords were too low-grade to be worthy of him.

“Senior Brother Lu Yang, why don’t you try your luck at the Sword-Seeking Grand Ceremony? If a sword resonates with you, it will naturally follow you.”

“There’s such a thing at the Sword-Seeking Grand Ceremony?”

Although Lu Yang was a sword cultivator and the Sword-Seeking Grand Ceremony was the most important event for all sword cultivators, he hadn’t paid much attention to it. He only knew it was a tradition left by the Sword Tower Supreme Lord, held once every century.

“Our Sword Tower forges swords frequently. Across the generations of tower leaders and elders, several enjoyed forging spirit swords. Occasionally, they would forge one possessing a spiritual nature.

“After the lifespans of the tower leaders and elders were depleted, these swords became masterless. If they are forced upon sword cultivators without affinity, it would incur the swords’ displeasure.

“However, if they are kept sealed and gather dust, their spiritual nature would eventually fade.

“Sword Tower is unwilling to let the spirit swords gather dust, so we opened our sword vault. Whoever can resonate with a particular spirit sword may take it, letting it shine in the hands of a suitable sword cultivator. However, it’s for personal use only—no selling or gifting is permitted. Upon the cultivator’s death, the spirit sword must be returned to our Sword Tower.”

“Your esteemed sect is truly magnanimous!” Lu Yang exclaimed sincerely. The value of swords with a spiritual nature needs no elaboration. Sword Tower’s magnanimity in allowing outsiders wield them is admirable. As expected of the sword cultivators’ sacred ground.

“We’re just unwilling to let the spirit swords gather dust,” Mingtai stressed. As a sword spirit himself, he felt this most profoundly.

“How about asking the Sword Tower to consider cooperating with our Dao-Seeking Sect?” the Everlasting Immortal Fairy suggested from the mental space.

“Cooperate?”

“You see, the Sword Tower is unwilling to let the swords’ spiritual nature disappear, and our Dao-Seeking Sect has just the capability.”

“Is Fifth Elder that capable?”

“Not that kid. To preserve a sword’s spiritual nature, you must either find a master for it or elevate the spiritual nature to a sword spirit. Look at our sect’s River Spirit—that belongs to the latter method.”

Hearing this, Lu Yang roughly grasped the Everlasting Immortal Fairy’s idea, his eye twitching. “In other words, Immortal Fairy, you’re suggesting to refine all the prisoners at Incarceration Peak into sword spirits and merge them with the Sword Tower’s swords?”

“Correct. A good idea, isn’t it?”

“No,” Lu Yang flatly rejected the proposal. This isn’t how a righteous sect should act.

Mass soul refinement, eerie winds, ghostly wails—if outsiders were to see this, they’d think the Dao-Seeking Sect is a diabolic creed.

“Besides, when the time comes, how would we settle the ownership of the spirit swords? Are we supposed to steal all these swords for the Dao-Seeking Sect? Our sect is the leader of the righteous path; we can’t behave like this.”

“You seem to have a point.

“What a pity. I was thinking of organizing a large-scale sword spirit refinement event and refining Guan Shanhai into your Qingfeng Sword. An immortal sword with a sword spirit would be the ultimate immortal artifact; even the Heaven Mandate Immortal couldn’t forge one.

“Wait, it seems that giving your immortal sword a sword spirit doesn’t require refining Guan Shanhai.” The Everlasting Immortal Fairy thought of a brilliant idea to elevate the Qingfeng Sword’s quality.

“What do you mean?”

She smiled mysteriously. “Xiao Yangzi, take out your Qingfeng Sword.”

Lu Yang complied, retrieving the Qingfeng Sword from his identity jade tablet, though he still couldn’t figure out the Everlasting Immortal Fairy’s intentions.

The Everlasting Immortal Fairy flew out of the mental space, slid down Lu Yang’s arm, and darted into the Qingfeng Sword.

“Now, your Qingfeng Sword is a top-tier immortal artifact with a sword spirit!”

I’ve been in the mental space for so long; a change of environment is nice.

The Everlasting Immortal Fairy warned sternly, “You can’t put the Qingfeng Sword back into your identity jade tablet.”

“Fine...”

Lu Yang casually swung the Qingfeng Sword a couple of times. According to the Everlasting Immortal Fairy’s theory, it should now be the world’s most powerful weapon, but he felt no difference; it seemed the same as before.

“Senior Brother Lu Yang, why did you suddenly take out your sword?” Mingtai was baffled. Senior Brother Lu Yang seemed to be possessed by some inauspicious thing just now, abruptly brandishing his sword as if he wanted to randomly slash someone.

“Nothing. Just letting it get some fresh air.”

“Oh.” Mingtai could understand. Sword cultivators regard their swords as their beloved; it’s understandable that they’re a little unhinged.

“By the way, Immortal Fairy, is there something off about the lady called Yun Mengmeng?” Lu Yang couldn’t help but feel that something was amiss with Yun Mengmeng, though he couldn’t pinpoint what it was.

The Everlasting Immortal Fairy snorted discontentedly. “You treated her to hotpot, storytelling, and pastries; what problem could there be?”

Even I haven’t enjoyed such treatment before.